Oh Shit!
While sitting on the shitting pan in a shitful morning, I
was thinking about the shit which was gradually occupying the pan in its
stinking occupation. Half- awake, half -asleep, awakened by the stink of my own
shit, I was thinking what the hell has caused it? The idea of the hell was
intensified because of my constipation…it was a painful stinking experience. I
was cursing the whole variety of food I had taken the day before. The pain
increased, I started cursing even more. The more I labored, the more I cursed.
I cursed the food I ate the day before, a week before, a month before and
gradually the whole idea of food itself. <fart>. I was getting late for
my work. “Work”, the very word shifted my attention from food to the food
provider, my job, my profession as an assistant professor. “Oh shit! I have a
class too”, I yelled to myself and the shit was out. A big relief! As if I had
just delivered a baby…A baby? A baby! No. it was not a baby, it was shit. But I
labored, labored hard to bring it down. Isn’t it the same way, we deliver a
baby?
And I started thinking…
I read, I eat (food for thought)
I read more; I eat more (increased appetite)
And then labour hard for my examination, labour hard to shit
too
Oh my God!
A baby is conceived not stored like the waste food. The seed
(usually of love) grows into a baby and is delivered with pain in its
awaited-ness. And the birth is celebrated. The new born, in all its life, joins
the already existing group.
Do I let my students conceive any idea? Or do I encourage
them to shit each time they appear for their exam?
My job was done. And I flushed the shit away…job is job, no
matter what?
Anyway,
Richa
02.09.2013
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